I
kinda miss you
kinda hate you
kinda love you desperately
kinda feel so indifferent it hurts
kinda think you and I are just right together
kinda realize I and you couldn't be more wrong side by side
kinda don't figure how all these feelings can co-exist in or invade one very same heart all at once
kinda thinking of you in the middle of an idle Tuesday afternoon can't help but feeling all horny
kinda mistrust you
kinda believe I know some of your meanings just by sensing
kinda feel so nice when we're talking, shagging, kissing, looking at each other's eyes or at some little monkey at a college garden.
I'm kinda... late now.
Gotta go.